You'll wish
if it were as easy
and if you could
keep and erase
memories at will.

When the demons
refuse to negotiate
and your reasoning
yields to your madness,

reality will seem unforgiving
and peace,
a silly distant dream.

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Trapped
but not surrounded
by walls.

Banged up
but not fettered
by shackles.

Surely, the prison of the mind
is the hardest one to escape,
simply because you do not see
the bars you're caged in.

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The silent screams
from the invisible seeming
poison-like pain
he endured
could be seen
in the form of
wound-like crusts
on the freshly painted walls
of his bedroom.

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"...Your roots are rotting,
your leaves are shedding
but grow, grow, grow
unto nothingness!

Your trunk is shallow
and so is your ego
but grow, grow, grow
unto nothingness!..."

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"...and caught in the chaotic wilderness of his abandoned heart, his thoughts refused to rhyme, his pen refused to write, the paper was left untortured."

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"...and when finally the winter moon did glare deep into the eerie dampness of his lonesome heart, the ravens fled, the clock struck four and the stars blushed unto brighter lights."

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